The white wrist is lined with the bright red in full swing, as if the red plum blossoms bloomed in the clean snow, cold and enchanting. I only have one sentence for the + reading book network, the update speed is n times ahead of other stations, and the expression remains unchanged with few ads, just watching his blood flow little by little with his eyes intently, and then slowly entering the body of the poisoner, it is completely a posture that will never stop if he does not wake up the three people in front of him.

This family is the root cause of this plague, and only by curing them can such a large dose of hellish rebirth not continue to spread. So, even if it wasn't for herself, she had to heal them.

"Master! No! You can't do that! Seeing that there was no possibility of stopping the opportunity once the opportunity was lost, Mo Mo didn't care about the dagger that was thrown casually, and he took a step forward to stop the bleeding for her.

The death in hell requires human blood as an antidote, and she has heard her master say this. But she never knew that this so-called human blood actually referred to the master's own! Besides, according to common sense, the amount of medicine is generally not too much, so she didn't act very quickly just now, but the current situation is clear that this is not the case, and if this continues, the master will definitely lose too much blood, and she has to stop everything she says immediately!

"Stop!" Suddenly snorted coldly, Ji Mo Wuxin turned to the side to avoid her touch, and there was an unprecedented anger between his words: "If you dare to stop it, you will immediately roll back to the ghost valley secluded realm!" ”

"Master!" Extremely unwillingly, he stopped his steps forward, and bit his lip tightly, and his always clear eyes filled with tears in an instant: "Master, you can't, if you continue like this, your body will not be able to bear it......"

Because of this scene, the dust and words suddenly came to his senses at this time, and his first reaction was to step forward to dissuade him. However, as soon as his gaze touched the resoluteness and coldness on the face of the woman in front of him, the two big men involuntarily flinched together. For some reason, Jimo Wuxin at this moment feels very unfamiliar, even if it is just a look, it seems to be contaminated with cold intentions, so that people can't be disobedient to her decision at all. Even if life and death are like dust, they can only stand in place with anxiety in their eyes, and they don't say anything for a long time.

"I know my body." Turning his head to stop looking at them, Jimo Wuxin's back was straight, and his voice was cold and stubborn, and there was no room for him to turn around. However, no one noticed that her other hand, which was tucked under the sleeve of her wide robe, had begun to tremble slightly.

Time passes little by little. In the silence, I don't know who it was, and suddenly a deep and helpless sigh escaped from my lips, very light, very low, but enough to touch people's hearts. The three people standing in the room locked their burning gazes on the slender figure who was half-crouching, lest something unexpected happen.

It's been long enough, and they don't even know if there will be an end to this tormented wait.

Fortunately, a qiē is still going smoothly after all. After a while, Jimo Wuxin, who had remained motionless, finally slowly withdrew his hand, and then covered the wound with the Jinpa he carried with him, and stood up in an extremely laborious posture. Lang Mo, who was standing on the side, hurriedly took a step forward to support her, and began to cry uncontrollably while skillfully bandaging her wounds.

"Silly girl, what are you crying about?" Looking at the tears splashed on the back of his hand, Jimo Wuxin couldn't help but chuckle and raised his hand to wipe the corners of her eyes for her: "Isn't it okay for me, if I cry again, it won't be beautiful......"

Seeing that she still has the strength to joke, the heart that Dusty and Yangui are carrying can be regarded as truly falling to the ground. Wiping a handful of sweat that did not contain zài on his forehead, Chen Jue just wanted to ask about the situation when he heard the exclamation of the ink: "Master! ”

But seeing that the person who originally didn't look anything unusual was actually pale at the moment, a pair of bright water pupils closed weakly, and his body was about to fall backwards as soon as he became weak. The fastest Yan Gui intuitively reached out to pick it up, but suddenly a ghostly black shadow flashed outside the house, and the ape arm was stretched out faster than him, and he took Jimo Wuxin into his arms.

"Who's coming?!" Angry, Chen Jue was almost unable to hold back his violent feelings.

Not to mention that there are so many of his subordinates standing outside this house, how can this person come in without knowing it. Let's just say that with his understanding of Yangui, I'm afraid that in this thick country, the latter's kung fu is also unmatched by few people, and this person who came out of nowhere is actually stronger than him?! What's going on?!

However, the man who won the blow did not pay attention to his meaning. According to the figure of the body, a handsome man with a handsome face between gods and demons appeared in everyone's field of vision, and what he was holding in his arms was Jimo Wuxin, who had fallen into a coma.

Seeing the face of the person who came, Yan Gui retreated silently after being slightly stunned, in contrast, the reaction of the ink was not so calm. As if she had seen a savior, this little girl's tears fell even more fiercely in an instant: "Young Valley Master...... Whining...... Save your Savior...... Master, she...... Woohoo......"

Young Valley Lord? The dust that was still in the irritable mood grasped this keyword, and his mind suddenly settled down.

can make the people around Jimo Wuxin use this title...... In the whole world, except for that person, I'm afraid there is no one else, right? The young valley master, this should be the master of the ghost valley secluded realm, the outstanding and somewhat excessive man in front of him, even if he doesn't want to, he knows who his surname is.

Raising his hand to caress the pale face of the woman in his arms, Shenyan's cold eyes were full of tenderness and pity: "Doing such a stupid thing all day long, can't you think more about yourself?" ”

Or, think more about him. Xin'er, do you know how distressed my senior brother is when he sees you doing this?

At a glance at the hideous wound on her wrist, which was as clear as snow, his good-looking brow couldn't help but furrow again. Picking her up horizontally, Shenyan turned a blind eye to the people all over the ground, and only strode out with a command to Langmo: "Pick up your master's dagger, let's go." ”

"Yes!" Hurriedly wiping away the tears on his face, Lang Mo hurriedly bent down to pick up the dagger, and after showing an apologetic look to the dust and Yangui, he chased him out.

The master of Shaogu has always been his own character, and she doesn't expect him to clean up the aftermath, but the master's injury must not be delayed any longer, as for the matter here, let's wait for the master to wake up.

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